Disclaimer: Merlin (BBC TV Series) belongs to Johnny Capps and Julian Murphy
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Modern AU, Boy Love, Short Chapters (Oneshots)
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Since English is not my first language, I'd like to apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes.
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"Hey, Merlin. Come and play a racing game with me."
"No, thanks," Merlin replied quite exasperated.
"What? Come on. I'm bored. Playing the game against the computer is not fun," Arthur hissed as he threw the controller on top of the couch pillow.
"Why? Because the computer always beat the hell out of you?" The dark brown-haired man sneered, barely moved his eyes off the classic novel on his lap.
Arthur rolled his orbs and answered the question with a snort. "Tell you what. Let's make a bet."
"Not interested."
Arthur sat on the couch pouting as he crossed his arms. "God, you're so boring."
"And you just realized that now?"
"Listen, listen. If you win, I'll do anything you ask."
Merlin growled something incoherent under his breath, shot the blonde a glare and returned back to his reading.
"And if I win, I get to spread peanut butter and strawberry jam on you," Arthur continued.
"That's disgusting, mate! I'll pass. Now leave me alone!" Merlin shouted in an unusual high pitched voice as he threw a pillow at Arthur.
A grunted sigh was heard. "You're just worried you'll lose. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you."
"Arthur, for a hundredth times, NO!"
"D'aww, mommy's littwe boy is scawed."
"Shut up!"
"What are you? A chicken?" Arthur grinned wickedly and made an irritating clucking sound.
Merlin's eye brow twitched with annoyance as he shut the novel with a snap.
"Ok that is it, Pendragon. The bet is on!"
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Three hours later...
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Arthur frowned as he watched Merlin began to eat the mouth-watering foods served on the table. He let out a heavy sigh when Merlin took a big piece of kung pao chicken and shoved it in his mouth.
Arthur was planning to spent the entire evening eating pizza, drinking soda and watched his favorite movies. But there he was, at a Chinese restaurant on that rainy Saturday night, staring at those delicious cuisines Merlin ordered with a grumbling stomach. If it wasn't for his big mouth, he wouldn't be there in the first place.
He still couldn't believed Merlin could crushed him at his own game. Arthur had never seen him touched the PS before, let alone played the game. Who would have thought that Merlin—the nerd—was able to defeat the mighty Arthur, king of all PS games.
"Why haven't you eat yet? I thought you're hungry."
Arthur was jerked out of his thoughts by that soft yet sarcastic question. There came no response from Arthur but a deep groan and a look of loathing. He could see a stupid grin grew wider on Merlin's goofy face.
The blonde knew Merlin was trying to tortured him. Arthur preferred to mop the floor, clean the apartment, do the laundry and go to those boring history movies for the entire week rather than being forced to eat using the eating utensils he loathed.
Arthur cleared his throat as he nervously glanced over to his boyfriend who sat across the table.
"Don't be a sore loser, Arthur. Go on and finish your food."
"How the hell am I suppose to finish a bowl of soup using these bloody chopsticks, you jerk?!"
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